What happens when you wake up by 7am and get out the door by 8am? Saturday ends up feeling like it's three days long. A few friends and I hit the road early to go to what turned out to be a really disappointing yard sale. We recouped with coffee and pastries and a walk around Highland Park, a little thrifting in Bloomfield, and a much needed trip to Ikea, all before 3pm. I love days like that, as much as waking up so early on a weekend can be painful, the sense of truly taking advantage of the day is worth it. Especially when those few hours turn out to be the only few hours of sun all weekend.
Did you have a nice weekend?
